[Just wet sneezing seems to be the reply this time. Oengus is eying the creature with a distinct look of dejection on his face, like a child sadly staring at a puppy in a window.]

I suppose... Perhaps if I bring him something to eat regularly, he'll at least return to shore for lunch.

Considering I've never seen a shark with arms and legs before, I don't think I could actually say for certain whether or not he'd fair well in salt or fresh water. I do hope he'll be fine... Should he find the water amenable, I'm almost certain the denizens of the lake might find their home a touch less safer with him in it.

[Look at those chompers after all.]

I suppose that puts my excursion in this marketplace to an end for today though, if I'm to be traveling to a lake. Where precisely is it again...? How did you get that map upon your device?